Back To School Poems

If I want it, it’s mine. If I give it to you and change my mind later, it’s mine. If I can take it away from you, it’s mine. If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine. If we are building something together, all of the pieces are mine. If it looks like mine, it’s mine. If it’s mine it will never belong to anyone else, no matter what.

Author: Unknown

I dreamed I stood in a studio and watched two sculptors there, The clay they used was a young child’s mind, and they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher, the tools he used were books, music, and art; One was a parent, who worked with a guiding hand, and a gentle, loving heart.

Day after day the teacher toiled, with a touch that was deft and sure While the parent labored by her side and polished and smoothed it o’er.

And then at last their task was done, They were proud of what they had wrought, For the things they had molded into the child could never be sold or bought.

And each agreed they would have failed if he had worked alone. For behind the teacher stood the school and behind the parent, the home.

Author: Unknown

Dear Teacher, I am a toddler. I am a super snooper. I search and check everything within my reach and often beyond. I am curious, too curious at times. I declare my independence, often quite loudly. I know I can do it, all by myself.

But, Please stay close.

I need you there, to help keep me from hurting myself when I am too curious. I need you to encourage me, and allow me to try to do it by myself, and to help when I can’t, or when I get frustrated.

I need you to hug and cuddle with me. I if do something you don’t like, Tell me. Show me a better way. Please don’t reject me. Please be patient. I have really only been in this world a short while.